BOOK SYNOPSIS
Peridot has lived a sheltered life. Raised on a remote island off the coast of England by an over protective mother, Peri has never left the comfort of her home, or met another child before. Until the night of her thirteenth birthday, when a strange boy appears at her window, filthy and malnourished, claiming to have escaped captivity from the mainland.
Her mother insists that the ways of the world are to remain concealed until her sixteenth birthday, but she unveils why they live in hiding, the mainland isn't safe for their kind - they are born of magick. Not magic from stories and fables, but real magick from the days of old. The power to control earth, air, fire, water and spirit; an Elemental.
On her quest to learn the truth, Peridot leaves the island on her sixteenth birthday only to finally comprehend why the truth was kept from her. Life on the mainland is unlike anything she could have fathomed possible, humanity is enslaved, and the remaining species are in charge.
Peridot finds herself thrown into a world she wasn't prepared for, caught amongst an ongoing battle between those trying to save humanity and the tyrants seeking to keep them enslaved. Struggling to command magickal abilities she doesn't fully understand or know how to control. Her abilities may be the helping hand needed to save humanity from an awful way of life, but at what cost?
Within Peridot's grasp is the chance to save the world, and earth knows, the world needs saving
Prologue
It's official. I hate chickens. Not that I dislike them, no, that I physically have a deep founded internal hatred towards them. I genuinely despise the evil feathered mother cluckers. You may think that’s an odd statement to make but, you’re not currently being chased by hundreds of them trying to peck you to death. As bizarre as that may sound, that’s my reality in this moment. In their defence, it’s not their fault. It’s one specific chicken that’s really got it in for me and rallied the others against me.
This chicken’s name is Alan.
Yep. You heard right.
Alan the chicken.
He’s out to get me.
Well, to viciously kill me and broadcast it worldwide but, let’s skip the semantics and get back to basics. I’m about to be killed by a chicken named Alan. He’s always hated me, from the moment he first laid his beady little black eyes on me, all those years ago. I knew the first moment I saw him, he’d be trouble.
I sound like a mad man if you have a normal life outside of The Resistance but, for me, this is everyday life. You see, I live in a society run by animals. Not cute fluffy kittens, or tail wagging, wet nosed dogs but, sharp clawed chickens, heavy hooved cows, furious foxes and evil elephants. They’re angry. Furious in fact. They hate humanity and seek to enslave us.
I’m one of a few trying to revolt, a newly initiated member of the Human Liberation Front. Our aim is to liberate humanity from slavery and give freedom to all. As a result, The Descendants, as they like call themselves, want me dead. My mission was to attempt to negotiate a way to coexist harmoniously as a bi-species coalition - I nearly had the treaty approved too. The pigs, who are surprisingly forgiving creatures, were so close to signing. Until Alan pecked his way in. Now it’s all gone to hell, because this one chicken can’t get over the past, and wants me dead.
So, now I’m running for my life. No members of The Resistance to help me, no back up lying-in wait, just medium built me. And roughly a thousand chickens out for blood. I’m lucky the feathered fleabags can’t fly, or I’d be a goner already. My legs are bleeding from the ones that’ve made it close enough to my ankles but, so far, the rest of me is unscathed. I just need to keep moving and get out of here.
“Get him before he reaches the top!” Alan screeches.
Oh yeah, they can talk too. Did I mention that? Horrid squeaky feral noises, worse than nails on a chalk board.
I’m so close to getting out of this building that I allow a ray of hope to shine through. Maybe the Human Liberation Front will come to my rescue, if I can just get to the top of these stairs and get their attention. They won’t know the treaty’s gone wrong. When they hear what’s happened, Alan will have a price on his head even bigger than mine.
He’s now solely responsible for the potential end of human freedom as we know it, and it’s not just humans that will be angry, the dogs, horses and crows will be furious. He’ll have nowhere to hide and maybe, just maybe we can salvage the treaty, and save humanity. The fate of the human population as we know it is on my shoulders. I will not fail. Just. Keep. Going. My sides ache, my legs burn, and my lungs feel like they might collapse; one flight of stairs to go, I can’t give in, I can make it.
“Argh!” a scream escapes my lips, one of the flock has his beak embedded in my ankle and more are closing in, I kick my leg out but, the mean clucker holds tight; ten stairs, breathe, nine stairs, breathe, eight stairs.
“Do not let him escape!”
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/54801425-earthlings
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58379820-earthlings---the-beginning
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